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FEATURED AUTHOR: JULIANE WEBER

It is my pleasure to welcome the featured author, Juliane Weber, as part of The Coffee Pot Book Club Blog Tour being held between January 14th  – March 18th, 2022. Juliane Weber is the author of the Historical Fiction/Historical Romance, Under the Emerald Sky (The Irish Fortune Series, Book 1), which was independently released on 23rd October 2020 (468 pages).

Below are highlights of Under the Emerald Sky, Juliane Weber’s author bio, and an excerpt from her book.

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HIGHLIGHTS: UNDER THE EMERALD SKY

Under the Emerald Sky

(The Irish Fortune Series, Book 1)

By Juliane Weber

He’s come to Ireland to escape his past. She’s trying to run from her future.

It’s 1843 and the English nobleman Quinton Williams has come to Ireland to oversee the running of his father’s ailing estate and escape his painful past. Here he meets the alluring Alannah O’Neill, whose Irish family is one of few to have retained ownership of their land, the rest having been supplanted by the English over the course of the country’s bloody history. Finding herself drawn to the handsome Englishman, Alannah offers to help Quin communicate with the estate’s Gaelic-speaking tenants, as much to assist him as to counter her own ennui. Aware of her controlling brother’s hostility towards the English, she keeps her growing relationship with Quin a secret – a secret that cannot, however, be kept for long from those who dream of ridding Ireland of her English oppressors.

Among the stark contrasts that separate the rich few from the plentiful poor, Under the Emerald Sky is a tale of love and betrayal in a land teetering on the brink of disaster – the Great Famine that would forever change the course of Ireland’s history.

Trigger Warnings:

Violence, sexual content.

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AUTHOR BIO: JULIANE WEBER

Juliane is actually a scientist. She holds degrees in physiology and zoology, including a PhD in physiology. During her studies she realised, however, that her passion lay not in conducting scientific research herself, but in writing about it. Thus began her career as a medical writer, where she took on all manner of writing and editing tasks, in the process honing her writing skills, until she finally plucked up the courage to write her first historical novel, Under the Emerald Sky. The book is the first in The Irish Fortune Series, which is set in 19th century Ireland around the time of the Great Famine.

Juliane lives with her husband and two sons in Hamelin, Germany, the town made famous by the story of the Pied Piper.

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EXCERPT 3 – UNDER THE EMERALD SKY

“Cha deoch-slàint, i gun a tràghadh.”

“Ah…,” Quin stammered, looking quizzically at Bryan, the elderly groom, who was peering down into Quin’s glass with some consternation.

“Drink…drink,” Bryan said encouragingly, motioning vigorously with one hand lest Quin not understand what he meant. “No health…if glass…full,” he stammered in his broken English, staggering slightly, having clearly partaken generously of the wedding fare himself. Quin caught the old man by the arm before he should fall onto the scattering of edibles that remained on the table, eyeing him with some amusement.

[…]

Quin took a healthy gulp from his glass, making Bryan break into a wide grin that revealed the three or so yellowed teeth that were all that remained of his dentition.

“I suppose the lack of teeth does encourage one to focus one’s efforts on drink,” Quin said merrily under his breath, feeling not a little intoxicated himself. He had no idea how much he’d actually had to drink, as the level of the contents of his glass seemed never to subside, someone always appearing to add “just a little more”. Fortunately, it seemed that the guests were starting to depart—the room being mostly empty—so his forcible alcohol ingestion was likely to be nearing its end.

Bryan nodded energetically, clearly not having heard or understood what Quin had said. Screwing up his eyes in concentration and making an obvious effort to wrap his tongue around the words he was about to utter, he said something that sounded like, “shlucht shlachta ar shlucht bur shlachta,” before turning precariously on his heel and tottering off.

“With the number of times I’ve heard that today, the house will be teeming with children in no time.”

Quin turned smilingly towards Alannah, who had come up next to him. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of her and he inclined his head towards her.

“Is that so?” he asked, leaning in to her and looking deep into her eyes, which seemed even bluer than usual above her light blue dress.

“Ah…yes,” she stammered, plainly flustered by his penetrating look. She cleared her throat and dropped her eyes for a moment before looking back up at him with renewed assurance. “It means, ‘may there be a generation of children on your children’s children’…more or less.” She cocked her head to one side and smiled mischievously, before adding, “It’s better than the gem offered by Mr Moore.”

“Oh?”

“Socraichidh am pòsadh an gaol.—Marriage takes the heat out of love.”

Quin laughed, making her laugh in turn.

“Did he really say that to you?” he asked with a grin.

“No,” Alannah answered with a mirthful shake of the head. “He was imparting this piece of wisdom to a few of the other tenants as I happened to pass by them. When he saw me looking at him and realised I must have heard him, Mr Moore went bright red in the face and the other men looked terribly abashed.”

“What did you do?”

“I smiled innocently at them, pretending that I hadn’t heard, and continued on my way.—But I doubt any of them will be repeating the saying within hearing of a woman again any time soon.”

“Well, let us hope that we can disprove the wisdom of Mr Moore!” Quin said with a chuckle. “I have been on the receiving end of a good few proverbs myself.—Let’s see now, those well-wishers who were kind enough to translate for me wish for me never to be sent to the gander paddock and hope that you will do your knitting for the infants after dark.” He gave Alannah a confused look, having no idea what the latter could possibly mean. “Oh, and my favourite,” he continued cheerfully, “I was reminded that whoever burns his backside must himself sit upon it.”

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